[HANNAH: I took pictures for blackmail purposes.]Any objections were countered with: ‘Pictures last forever online, darling.
It’ll wash off.’ It didn’t wash off.If Betts had her way, I would be suspended in perpetual youthfulness, never a day older than the night we met. [HANNAH: I want him to stay looking like the Ken doll I fell in love with, not badger en route to silver fox.] The problem is, I’m getting rather used to it.
She does it so artfully – a marbling effect so it isn’t boot-brush black. And I do look five years younger.But it’s not right.
I’ve betrayed my gender and – worse – my people. I was brought up in Worcestershire where we grow old gracefully. Hunting in the winter, tennis in the summer, rarely getting close enough to.
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